"Ma'am, keep your hands where we can see them," the Cops announced as the door fell loudly with a bang.
I was still caught in a frenzy. My head buzzed. The cops walked in.
"Ma'am, step away from him. We are here to help you. If you comply, no harm shall come to you," the female cop says.
I get off of Professor Hank's body, as he looks at me with spite.
"Thanks for coming, Officer," he gasped.
"What? You called the cops?" I looked at him wide eyed.
"Nope. Corin did," he smirked.
"She has been trying to kill me!" He pleads.
"Ma'am, hands on your back. We are going to take you with us to interrogate," she explains.
"No. There has been a mistake. He broke into my apartment-" I realised I was screaming hysterically.
"She is lying. I have all the evidence. She is dangerous. She tried to kill me!" He says, moving as far from me as possible.
The cops get him too, escorting him out with a safety blanket around him. That man barely needs any comfort. He is an asshole!
"You fucking liar! He broke into my apartment. Without consent!" I cried.
I heard the cuffs clicking around my hands. The restraint rendered me useless as they dragged me with sheer force.
"You liar!" I yelled.
"Ma'am don't make me gag you," the female officer tells me, and I felt shivers running through my spine.
"Please. You'll have to believe me. He is lying," I was on the verge of tears.
"Ma'am, you can call on your lawyer, if you want. But for now, you will have to co-operate. Or, we will make you," she tells me.
By the time we were out, the sirens were still blaring. The shiny metal of the police car seemed every bit as frugal as I thought it would.
Only that they had got the wrong person.
They escorted Professor Hank into another car. It should have been him, not me.
"I want to make a call," I tell her as she pushes me into the car. My butt ends up against the leather.
Two cops enter the car. One takes over the wheel, the other one rides shotgun.
I see them exchange glances in the rearview mirror. Something tells me that I cannot trust them.
"Hey!" I don't know what I am doing.
"Mr. Policeman?"
But they don't respond. They look at me like I am chopped liver. The car kicks off. It picks up speed.
"I am sorry. But can you please tell me where you are going?" I ask them.
"How about you shut the fuck up? I don't like the sound of women talking," he tells me.
"What? Hey, man! You are rude. You are supposed to be nice," I shoot back.
"I am not a fucking cop. I am going to dump you where they want me to dump you," he says.
"Stop the fucking vehicle!" I screamed.
What the hell? That lady officer. This was all a set up?
"Who's doing this? What do you want from me?" I cried. The cars looked so similar to the real ones.
"Remember what I told you? I am not here to answer your questions," he shoots back, turning to take a good look at me.
"Damn. You are somewhat hot. Can we hit before we drop her?"
"The fuck dude. I am trying to ride a stick. Shut up," the other one growls.
From what I can make out, they looked burly and one of them had a scar running across their face.
"Was this someone's idea of a sick joke? Who are you even working for? Come on. They at least tell you who you are getting kidnapped by in the movies!" I cried.
"This is not the fucking movies. Besides we don't know who the fuck wants you dead. We get paid for not asking questions," they turn the car to a dark lane.
"Won't you tell me anything? Anything at all? Come on, dude. I might die. I need to know why," I cried.
"I am going to tell you one thing. And that is, if you don't shut the fuck up I am going to bang you so hard, you will forget your name," the guy says.
"Alan! Keep your fucking mouth shut. I am trying to drive here," the guy yelled.
The car screeched. I didn't realise exactly what happened.
"Fuck, are we being chased?"
Adrenaline pumped into my body faster than I anticipated. Shit. I know I was gonna lose it.
The car did some really whacky moves. Ones that I don't want it to do again. They put on whatever gear they could that had the vehicle flying across the street.
"Dude, you are going to get us killed!" I yelled.
"Shut up! I am trying to drive!" He says, and it's only now do I realise that he has one eye missing. The patch is barely there. Making it hard to make out, which is what.
The car tosses me from end to another, and I hold onto the seat for my poor life.
What's this new series of adventure that cannot seem to leave me the fuck alone?
"Oh God," the guy on the wheel cries.
"What?"
"There's something wrong with the brakes. It's stuck," he cried. God. We are dead.
"No no no no! You cannot do this. I cannot die here," I was crying. But it didn't matter.
Flashes of orange ran across our eyes. The car turned, and then circled in the middle of the road. It's good lifted, throwing me hard on my back.
Fuck. That's going to break a bone.
"Can you atleast tell me if you are working for the termite of a Professor?" I screamed.
"Because I am going to fucking die-"
The glass on the window shattered, and I found myself ducking. The car screeched, landed with a thud and then stopped.
The car door flung open. And I knew what I had to do. I ran.